[b][color=c4df9b]"I think you mean 'coming out of the closet', and I dunno what a God Eater is, but--"[/color][/b]

[s][b]"--Hold that thought."[/b][/s]

Todd abandoned his rebuttal for her poorly-articulated jab at his sexuality in favor of paying attention to the footsteps that sounded a lot more intimidating than they had a minute ago, taking a step back for good measure. His gaze flickered towards the closet--conflict wasn't his thing, y'know? Despite how much he bragged, Todd wasn't as oblivious as most people thought he was; he knew his powers sucked, and that he wasn't necessarily good at using them either.

So hiding in the horrible small space filled with chemicals sounded like a better option than it had a few minutes ago, heterosexuality be damned. It wasn't like either gender was going to take much interest. He started to frantically gesture towards the closet, trying to get Aoi's attention, when a disembodied voice squirmed its way on-scene.

[s][b]"Little girl... or boy, I do not know!"[/b][/s] A pause, it seemed to be coming down the opposite side of the hall. [s][b]"...But I DO know you can hear me down there! Impending death approaches you from two sides, but fear not! Escape lies in my direction! To not go this way would be the act of a fearless fool!"[/b][/s]

Aoi didn't give him time to ponder if anything was strange about a stranger, whose face they could not see, seeming to just know what was going on from farther away from the danger than they did. Orders were something he was comfortable with, and he actually [i]liked[/i] the order this time--dying was his least favorite part of a battle. 

He wasn't going to argue with someone whose big-ass weapon could turn into an assault rifle at will, anyways. If she survived her heroic urges, he'd have to ask her to let him check it out.

[color=c4df9b][b]"Yes, Ma'am."[/b][/color] He raised his hands in a show of surrender and swiveled, crouched, and hopped the other direction. As had been mentioned, he wasn't much for conflict. 

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Four or so leaps later and he skidded to a halt before the corridor made a sharp, 90[sup]o[/sup] turn--there was the distended shadow of a broad-shouldered man a few feet away, and the vague suspicion he'd experienced moved to the front of his mind. He jumped and stuck to the ceiling, crawled over to peek around the corner--his shoes had made a pretty loud squeak when he stopped, like they usually did, but most people didn't think to look up anyways.

[@Sodium] [@HHShetland]